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sometimes i write things that make me sad and i just sit there and feel sad for the characters and i just want to hold them to my chest and tell them it's ok
but then i keep writing anyway and make myself sadder

wow a post about stuff

Dave curled in on himself, drawing his knees into his chest. He shook and whimpered softly. He wasn’t sure how long Bro had been gone, or when he was coming back, all he knew was that he wasn’t there. He’d had a terrible nightmare, and now his head hurt and his stomach felt funny and he couldn’t see straight. He’d wandered over to Bro’s futon in the middle of the night, hoping to find comfort in his older brother, but he’d found the futon to be completely vacant. So he decided to sit there and wait for Bro to get home. Cal stared at him from the shelf, and Dave tried to avoid his gaze. He let out another soft whimper, ducking his head and resting it on his knees. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there waiting before he drifted off to sleep.
Bro came home a little later than he’d meant to. Sometimes he’d go shopping late at night when Dave had fallen asleep, so that the kid wouldn’t miss him. As soon as he entered the apartment, he noticed something was off. His eyes immediately locked on Dave. He dropped his groceries at the door and approached the small, quivering boy on the futon. He crouched in front of him, and the little boy looked up slightly. “Lil’ dude? Sup, man?”
He was answered by a soft whine, “Bro?”
“Hey, kid, what’s up? Why aren’t you in bed?”
“Bad dream,” he mumbled. “Feel weird.”
Bro reached out and pressed his hand to Dave’s forehead. He swore, pressing his hand to either of Dave’s cheeks. The kid was burning. “How long you been feeling like this?”
Dave shrugged limply.

(dave being miserable happens to be my weakness i am horrible ksdfjskf)

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what if dave dies
if dave ever dies im gonna legit cry
literal tears and sobs will occur
dave is my favorite character ever and i identify with him so much and i just
if he dies....
sighs heavily
i need about ten more hot chocolates to calm myself down

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Bro strokes Dave's soft, silky hair with one hand and rubs his back with the other. Dave grips Bro's shirt tightly in his hands, sobbing into his brother's stomach.
"It's all ok, lil' dude," Bro says softly. "Nothin' wrong here. Nothin' bad to hurt you."
"You were dead," Dave chokes. "An' so was John. An' Rose, an' Jade."
"We're all ok, we're all safe," Bro murmurs softly.
"There were other kids, and they were dead too," Dave says through his hiccuping sobs. "I know 'em, but I never met 'em."
"There's no one dead, Dave, everyone's fine," Bro assures him.
"The whole time I heard this big loud clock," Dave says, retracting slightly and wiping his eyes. The sobs have slowed and he has more time to speak between them. He sits up and stares at his brother with wide crimson eyes. "An' there was this guy," he says, choking on another sob. "He was big an' scary an' green."
"There ain't any big scary green guy, Dave, I promise," says Bro, rubbing Dave's shoulder lightly.
"He killed everyone and then when everyone was dead," he said, "He went and looked at me. And the clock stopped."
Bro was now curious about Dave's nightmare. He knew he had to comfort his kid, but it sounded somehow... familiar. His hand froze on Dave's shoulder, as the kid went on.
"The clock stopped and he looked at me and he said that he was going to give me one chance to stop it and bring back my friends and then..."
"And then what?"
"And then the clock started to go really fast and everything got really dark and all I could hear was the clock being loud and fast and..." Dave trailed off, shaking slightly with soft sobs.
"Well," said Bro finally. "None of it was real, okay, Davey? I promise you it was all just a dream. You're okay now, and so am I, and so is everyone else."
"I wanna call John and make sure he's ok," said Dave.
Bro nodded. He watched as Dave scrambled atop the counter to dial the phone, and he wondered briefly if it really was all just a dream.